I am a wanderer, i wander hopelessly,
From the light to the dark, defying form, matter and time.
From the lone ice-clad mountains to the noisy warm breezy shores,
From unfathomable ocean depths to montrous darkness lurking deep to the bones.
From contentment and gratitude,
to grudge, terror and fallen dew.
I have lived through stories of vallor and gallant,
to those of timidity and angst.
From great historics written in gold,
to the tales in empty diary pages that nobody has told.
From spine-chilling silence of the faraways nobody has seen,
to the chatters and noisy banters of everyday places known.
From the pure warm happiness of the old lady meeting her son,
to the bone-wrenching dark feelings of of the cripple dying in pain.
From sanity to plain ludicrousness, from highs to lows,
oh, i've seen them all and i have felt them most.
For i am a wanderer who wander aimlessly,
who have seen the sunflowers of life and the wire barbs of death.
And yet nothing could contain me even views as magnificent as the glittery coloured nights of the cold brims,
to as grim as thousands of fallen swords over bodies of dead men in lost bloodsheds and wars.
From the unknowns of the grandeur multiverses,
to the mystries of tiny nothings which the eyes can't hold.
Of the materialistic lakes, rivers, dark caves and forests,
I have seen their hidden pains, anxieties and their never found solace.
From vastly-ventured urbs to the greens not known by most,
From struggles and successes of both the rulers and the ruled,
Oh! i have seen them all and i have felt them most.
For i am a wanderer who wanders hopelessly,
to the woods, the oceans and places unknown.